Oliver roared and jumped towards her but Maeve had already run away from the house. Blood rushing to her ears blurring her hearing ability. No matter what her hearing was she could feel him running behind her.

Just like the Chase but this time there was no Dominic to save her and their child.

Her life flashed in her eyes as she tripped down next to the woods. A second later Oliver stood in front of her with a weird smile on his face. And that's when things started to get bloody with the painful screams of a lady.

For the first time in her lifetime, Maeve had no idea what her mother would have done if she saw her now. Maeve couldn't say if she would have run up to her and hug her like she was dying or start to yell and scream at her.

She looked down at her legs and noticed the huge pool of blood covering the ground around her. The hem of her dress and the fabric that covered her abdomen were covered with a layer of fresh blood. Everywhere she looked at she could see blood; the tiles and sticks under her legs were covered with it, her hands and a few droplets had made their way to her face.

The knife in her hand was covered with his blood.

A quiet whimper left her mouth. She had stabbed him straight into his then pulsating heart. She had murdered him, her own father. She is now a murderer and no better than the men that tried to kidnap her, no she was worse than them.

No matter that it only happened moments ago, Maeve remembers the screams that left her mouth as he attacked her. He was going to kill her baby, murder the baby before it even had the chance to take its first breath. Something inside of her snapped at that moment.

The baby is the best thing that has happened to her in a long time. No longer would she be lonely. Still, her father wanted to kill the innocent child when it had done nothing wrong. It was like instinct when she took the knife out of her pocket and pushed it through his body when he attacked her.

She stabbed him once and then twice and when he was lying on top of her she pushed him aside and stabbed him one more time to make sure that he wasn't waking up.

Painful tears flowed from her eyes as she looked at the corpse.

She had done that to him, she had taken his life like it was only trash and tossed it aside. But in a weird way she didn't regret it. It was either him or her child.

She looked at him for a while and whispered, "I-I couldn't let you kill my baby," Maeve put her hands around her stomach and sniffed.

The daughter of the dead man hunched down and closed his eyes with her fingers.

"Argh, WHY DID YOU LET HER ESCAPE?" She heard a voice too familiar close to her. She hid behind a tree and saw the group of men who tried to kidnap her walking around the streets. Her hold of the knife tightened.

One of the men muttered something back and they kept walking until they passed Maeve and the corpse.

"Wait, what is that?" The blond man said and looked at the direction where Maeve was hiding. She took a final look at her father before she rushed into the woods. She had only a destination on her mind and a wish that they were going to make there safe.

It was time to go back into his arms and to the castle. It was the right thing to do for her and for the baby, only if she had realized that earlier and everything would be alright. She would be sleeping at her warm bed with her stomach filled with warm food. Why did she have to be so stupid? Not only did she risk her own life but her baby's also. Her original thought had been that she would have moved to a small cabin far away from everything and live a peaceful life with her child and Tommy where no one knew who she and her child are.

Maeve pulled the cape to cover her face and after that, she started to wander to the direction where she thought that they had come from.

She walked until her legs couldn't carry her any longer. Her feet were swollen and aching to rest for a while. That's when she saw a small pond close to her.

"Okay legs, you can do this," she muttered to herself and walked to the pond and washed her hands and face in the clear water. She also washed the bloody knife washing away the last traits of Oliver from it.

After sleeping there under a bush for a couple of hours she had no choice but to start walking again. The sooner she got back to him the safer they would be.

"I didn't expect to hear from you," A red-haired witch said and turned to look at the dark haired werewolf who was standing inside of her small cabin.

"Pandora," Dominic stated looking straight into her emerald green eyes.

The witch took a glass and filled it with light liquid before drinking it, "How long has it been? Five ye- no now remember it has been ten fucking years!" She spat out.

"You poisoned my father."

Pandora rolled her eyes, "Is that why you are here? To finally kill me."

Only if that would be the case, Dominic thought. Oh, how much he would have wanted to snap that neck of hers just as much he wanted ten years ago.

"I need you to track someone for me."

"You do know that I need something that belongs to that person to make that happen," she looked at him and he took a small box from the pocket of his coat.

"What's that?" She demanded. Always has she been as impatient as she is right now. It just killed her for not knowing what was going to happen.

"Inside of this," he said and lifted the box that she could see it better, "is the thing that you need to track her down."

"Her?" The witch asked but the king just glared at her. Could it be? Her mind asked as she looked at him more specifically. He did look different compared to the last time she saw him, but that was a decade ago. His features were far from the boy she saw when they first met. Back then he was just a naive young boy who didn't understand anything about the world around him. His father, on the other hand, was a bastard who controlled the boy. But still, that wasn't what had changed in his appearance it was something else that Pandora couldn't put around her little finger.

She remembers as she walked down the street back then and she saw the future king walking with his father as they would have been just normal citizens. Many were fooled by who they really were, but not Pandora. She has lived way too many years to not see the true colors of the world and the people in it. Precisely she has been around one hundred and forty-three years in a body of a twenty-four-year-old.

Pandora turned to her small bookshelf that had suffered from water damage.

"Where is it?" She muttered to no one and tried to find one of her oldest books that held in the secret of the tracking spells.

When she finally found the old red covered book and hugged it to her body. "Is she beautiful?"

Dominic looked at the witch and her red hair. She was truly someone who made everyone fall at her feet just by one look from her eyes. But still, when he looked at her he didn't see the hazel eyes he wished to see.

"Yes."

Pandora didn't say anything. Now she realized why did he look so different. The dark circles under his eyes and the position of his lips told her everything she ever needed to know about their relationship. She was able to read him better than even he could by himself.

"If truth to be told I never expected to see this day come." She said and smiled trying to ignore the feeling of jealousy in her heart. "Tell me, Dominic, what do I get from this?

Dominic gritted his teeth. He didn't like how his name sounded coming out of her lips if he wouldn't have known better she would be joining his father. And the worst part of it was that she knew how it was affecting him.

"What do you want to get?"

The witch thought of it for a while trying to think what was the best alternative that she could get from performing the spell.

"I want to meet her."

Every muscle on his body tensed. That was probably the worst thing she could have asked but by the look on her face, she wasn't going to settle for anything else.

Finally, Dominic nodded. After that Pandora packed her things and they left to go back to the castle.

***

After their journey to the castle, Pandora locked herself into one of the champers to sleep for a while to gain more energy for the spell and Dominic went to find his valet to find the things on the list that Pandora had given him. When he was making his way to find his valet he was joined with Cato and his mate next to him with a weird look plastered all over her face

"What do you want?" He muttered but he didn't stop walking.

"There is a thing you should know."

"Then tell it," he muttered and opened one of the doors hoping that the valet would have been there but he wasn't.

Cato turned to look at Elena and she nodded urging him to tell the king the news that they had received.

"A bunch of criminals found a dead body of a man in the town next to the sea." Dominic didn't answer anything because he had no idea why a dead body of a man should concern him in some way. When Cato noticed that he continued, "He was last seen with a pregnant human girl with strawberry blonde hair and hazel eyes."

Dominic stopped and turned to look at Cato with an icy expression.

"How did that man die?"

"He was stabbed three times in the chest."

Dominic's right hand started to shake from anger. "And that is not all." Before Cato or Dominic managed to get more words out of their mouth Elena opened hers and said the thing that has been weighing her heart since she first saw the mate of the king.

"The man who is dead is Oliver Harred and he also happens to be Maeve's father," she splurted quickly and looked at the reactions of the two males.

Cato looked at him with his mouth little open but the king looked at her if he would be ready to strangle her at any moment now making her take a step back.

"How do you know that?" Cato recovered from his shock and opened his mouth.

"Remember when I first saw her and told you that she looked familiar?" Not waiting for him to answer she continued, "Then I didn't connect the dots then but later I realized that it was because Maeve is almost the mirror image of Oliver's mate. And when she disappeared it all came together because that man has been looking for her youngest daughter ever since the death of the rest of his family."

"I used to be in his pack," she quickly added before Cato managed to ask where she knew Harred.

Cato stared at her for a second before hugging her tightly. When they separated themselves from each other the king was nowhere to be seen.

"Stay here," the beta said and rushed to the direction where he thought that the king went. When he finally found him he was yelling at the poor valet to get things on the small list on his hand.

The valet quickly left with shaking hands and legs.

"What are you doing?" Cato asked as Dominic started to make his way to one of the farthest rooms possible.

"Finding Maeve."

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